A/N: ^__^;; Complete randomness . . . Lots of sugar and Sierra Mist went into this . . . non-hyper readers be warned . . . Kryst: ::Hobbles by on crutches, chasing after Joe Camel, who is a mile ahead of him:: SONOFABITCH! GET BACK HERE YOU LAME ASS EXCUSE FOR A MASCOT!! Me: You're probably wondering how it all came to this. Well, it is a long and treacherous story, but if you are willing to listen, I shall tell it. It went somewhat like this . . . .

Me: ::sniff:: That was such a lovely poem! ::bursts into tears:: Kryst: ::points at me and laughs:: Me: . . . . Joe Camel: ::falls out of sky on top of Kryst:: Me: ::cracks out laughing:: Kryst: ::desperate to have the last word:: You . . . hate . . . me . . . ::passes out:: Several Hours Later . . . . Kryst: ::Is in traction:: Evil Andy: I love Xantos! He's so cool! Kryst: Not as cool as me! Me: Well . . . Kryst: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?!? I'M SEXY! I'M CUTE! I'M POPULAR TO BOOT! Me: ::Very, VERY scared:: Andy: ::glomps Kryst:: Kryst: OOOWWW! ::screams in pain:: WTF! I'm in traction! That hurt you crazy wench! ::sniff:: Andy: ^__^;; A Few Minutes Later . . . Roikus: Hands me a cookie:: Me: Cookie? Serina: COOKIE! ::stampedes into room:: Roikus: ::smashes cookie on ground:: Serina: O.O!!! WTF!! ::Fires of Hades Blaze in Eyes:: Roikus: Bring it, fairy . . . ::grabs shotgun:: Serina: ::grabs his shotgun, breaks it in half and obliterates it into dust before he knows what hits him:: HOW DARE YOU?!?! I'm the Queen of Ancion! You can't break my cookie! ::bursts into tears and flies off:: Roikus: ::blink blink:: What just happened? Me: You just got your butt kicked by the Queen of Ancion. Kryst: Bye hot fairy lady! ::waves and laughs. Gets cut off as Joe Camel spits on him:: Me: o.O;; Joe Camel: ::walks off:: Kryst:: WTF?!?!? GET BACK HERE YOU LAME ASS EXCUSE FOR A HUNCHBACKED MULE!! Me: And that leads us to now. Kryst falls farther and farther behind as he drags himself and his multiple casts through the desert . . . Kryst: ::pants heavily:: I'll . . . get . . . you . . . fother . . . mucking . . . ::is cut off as a group of squealing prepubescent girls stampede over him on their way to see some movie with some good looking star in it:: Me: o.O;; I wonder what would happen if I told them that Orlando Bloom was gay? Kryst: ::slowly pushes himself up, shaking with exhaustion:: Curses upon you miniature women . . . ::falls back over:: Me: Want some help? Kryst: ::Snarls. Hisses. Fangs.:: Me: ::slowly backs away:: Later On . . . . Kryst: ::ends up in hospital from heat exhaustion:: Me: ::sigh:: For a "Bounty Hunter With an Attitude", you sure have shitty luck. Kryst: SHUT UP!! ::Mutters obscenities and other profanity:: Me: And so ends the tragic, yet downright hilarious tale of our favorite "Bounty Hunter With an Attitude"! Kryst: Yea . . . I'd BETTER be your favorite . . . The End!

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